The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 3)Yates, Edmund
General
The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
'I will do anything you wish, sir,' said Mrs. Jenkins; 'and I am sure
Annette will say the same.'
'Mais oui, mais oui,' assented Annette eagerly.
'Well, then, you promise to be very cautious in your own manner,
looks, and speech--not to let Mrs. Griswold hear you talking to one
another in any unusual way; not to go into her room with frightened
faces, or with anything in your look which could lead her to think
that this day is different from any other day in any respect. Will you
promise me to keep a perpetual watch over yourselves, and to remember
that all we want is a few hours' interval, during which I and other
friends of Mrs. Griswold's may be quite sure that no one will be
allowed to see her who can talk to her about the distressing rumour
which has just reached New York, and yet that she will not suspect
that any such watchfulness is being observed?'
Again he received assuring nods from the two women.
'I must also beg you,' he continued, 'to be very particular to keep
every newspaper out of your mistress's sight until after the next time
I shall have been here; make any excuse and every excuse that comes in
your heads, but don't permit her to get hold of a single evening paper
or any morning paper of to-day. I hope none have found their way to
her room this morning?'
'No, I think not,' said Mrs. Jenkins. 'You haven't seen any newspapers
about, Annette?'
'No,' Annette replied; 'madame had not asked for any newspapers, and
she had taken none up to her.'
'You need not be frightened on that point,' said Mrs. Jenkins; 'for I
never saw a lady with so little curiosity about news as Mrs. Griswold.
She reads the weeklies sometimes, when they are all about books and
interesting things that are happening in the world; but I have known
her go a whole week without looking into a daily; and we will keep
them out of her way, if by any perverse chance she should take it into
her head to want to see them. She is not given to scolding, but I
daresay Jim would not mind taking a scolding from her for not having
thought of fetching an evening paper, if it is for her.'
'Don't make yourself uneasy, sir; not but what we should like to have
a look at what they say.'
'They don't say anything,' said Thornton Carey; 'at least, they have
not said it yet. The news has come by private cable message, and I am
only afraid of its getting into the later editions. I shall be here
tomorrow early, and implicitly trust you in this matter. There is
another thing, too, you will have to be very careful about, if you
please.'
'Certainly, sir,' said Mrs. Jenkins. 'What is that?'
'It is just possible that a telegram may come, directed to Mrs.
Griswold.'
'From Europe, sir?'
'No,' said Thornton Carey; 'from Chicago.'
Mrs. Jenkins started slightly, and said:
'Chicago! Is there anything wrong there?'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account